Student House Guest

Peter was about the most straight-laced guy you could imagine. He was a manager at a mid-sized investment company. At forty years of age, he was trim and presentable with dark salt and pepper hair. He worked out regularly to maintain a sensible level of fitness, wore tailored suits and handmade shoes but would never have looked twice at a brand name. He didn’t own many clothes but they were all well made and in most cases were interchangeable with each other so he could maintain a variety of looks without having to spend needlessly on clothes.

He was undoubtedly handsome but his face was marred by his permanently stoic expression. He wasn’t a great fan of showing emotions. That didn’t mean he was unfeeling, quite the contrary but he felt that emotions were a hindrance to his work. It was then, that he caused quite a stir when he fell in love and started a relationship with Amy.

It was a shock to all, not least for the fact that he had met her when she was an intern at his company. That is itself would be shocking enough for a guy like Peter to do but more significant was the fact that nobody in a thousand years would have put him together with Amy.

To call Amy a bimbo would have been unfair. For starters she wasn’t blonde, her body was shapely, especially her chest but not unnaturally so. She wasn’t even dim. She had just graduated with a first from university. Yet she somehow fit the label well.

For starters, she always seemed just a little bit inappropriately dressed. She would be showing a little too much cleavage, her stockings would be too garish and her skirt just on the cusp of being appropriate for work. Any way you put it, she was flashy. Her makeup, bold jewellery and her flowing mane of wavy brown hair only added to her effortless glamour.

Then there was her personality. Endlessly cheerful and upbeat. Flirtation was just her natural way of speaking. She spoke a little too loudly and too much and laughed easily. She was easily the centre of any social interaction.

Lastly, she just seemed a bit dim. She clearly had book smarts but real life just seemed like a constant surprise to her. She was a little klutzy and would often drop things or trip. Her tendency to find things funny made her seem a little simple. This was probably why, when Peter first met her she was getting an earful from one of the other managers.

Whether it was some protective instinct kicking in or he just found the manager's attitude to be unreasonable, he had stepped in. He comforted her as she burst into tears and then helped her correct the mistake that had gotten her into trouble. From then on she kept coming to him for advice and an unlikely friendship formed.

Their conversations mostly involved him listening to her talk. After most men would have run out of patience he would still be listening with rapt attention. He would even have the hint of a smile on his face every time they were together. She was like a firework show, all noise and bright light and he was her captive audience.

“You know rumours are going around about us?” she told him one time over lunch.

“Hm?”

“They are saying that we are secretly seeing each other.”

“But we aren’t” he stated, a little confused at why they should say that.

“I know that but we keep spending time together so you know what people are like.”

“No, not really.”

Amy laughed loudly, “No, I don’t suppose you would. Anyway, some of the things they are saying are pretty wild but almost everyone thinks we are a secret couple. So what do you say? Want to make the rumour true?”

“What? Did you just ask me out?”

Amy beamed at him, “You are single arent you?”

“Yes.”

“And you like me don’t you?”

“I do.”

“But you like like me don’t you?”

Peter’s face went scarlet. “I, I, I suppose I do.”

“How much do you like me?” she asked, leaning forward her bright smile the only thing to distract from her generous chest flesh.

“Quite a lot,” Peter said quietly, looking away so as not to stare at her chest.

“Hehe, you are so cute. You can look at my chest if you like. Most guys do but I like the way you try not to. So, do you want to date me?”

“But why would you want to date me?”

“Because I like like you too dummy. You are all serious and cute and you always seem happy around me and I really like being together like this and frankly, I’m a bit shocked you never made a move on me but then again I suppose that isn’t very you is it and that’s one of the things I like about you. So, wanna go out?”

With that, the unlikely couple was formed. That Friday they went out to dinner and that night Amy invited herself in for coffee and didn’t leave until Sunday evening and that was only because she needed clothes.

She didn’t get anywhere with the internship but by that point, they were officially a couple and had moved into his apartment. Two years later, they were married. Peter at that point was thirty-eight, and Amy was twenty-five.

Two years on and they had a house together. Amy had no luck getting the job she wanted so ended up working at a small convenience store part-time. She didn’t need to work, Peter’s income was enough for both of them but a gregarious and sociable woman like Amy enjoyed the social aspect of the job.

Peter had got a promotion and with it came a whole new level of stress. He was at work far more than he wanted to be and difficulties at the company had started causing him to have panic attacks. Medication had fixed the problem but it had left him with a very unfortunate side effect. He was now impotent.

Amy was entirely understanding. “I didn’t marry you for the sex. I married you because I love you,” she would regularly reassure him but he could tell that it affected her. She had a high sex drive that once he had been able to just about keep up with, at least enough to satisfy her.

He bought her a powerful vibrator. She had gladly accepted it but she had told him that she wanted him to be there when she used it. “If I can’t make love to you then I still want you to be a part of my sex life,” she told him. Peter was glad she had insisted on that. Despite his inability to get an erection he still desired Amy and watching her pleasure herself gave him at least a modicum of satisfaction. This became their new normal and outside of their bedroom troubles, they continued as a happy man and wife.

One day Peter got home from work and found Amy in the kitchen. He stopped to admire her bottom as she danced about in her short tight skirt with headphones on as she cooked. He walked up to her and snuck a hand around her slender waist making her jump a little until she turned and saw him.

“Darling!” she shouted. “You are home on time for once. Yay!” Peter gestured for her to take out her earbud as he winced at her loud voice. “Oops, sorry,” she said a little quieter but still louder than most people. She threw her arms around Peter’s neck and kissed him passionately. She always did that. There were never half measures with Amy. Peter didn’t mind in the slightest. Even if he couldn’t be with his wife in that way, he could still enjoy her affection.

“I need to talk to you about something,” he told her.

Amy looked surprised and held a finger up showing off her immaculate and fairly impractical nail to pause him while she turned down the stove and sat at the kitchen table. “What is it?”

Peter joined her. “Do you remember my friends Jack and Lynn?”

“Yeah, they were sweet. We haven’t seen them since the wedding. I remember Lynn was so pretty and that dress she wore was totally classy and elegant. I was completely jealous of how cool she was. She was so together in a way I just can’t even begin to understand. So what’s up with them?”

“Their kid just turned eighteen.”

“No way. Lynn doesn't look old enough. Did she have a kid underage?”

“No, they met at uni. Anyway, that’s not the point.”

“Sorry.” She made a gesture like she was buttoning her lip.

Peter looked at his wife and smiled as she sat tight-lipped trying not to talk and bouncing gently. “They got in touch with me. They don’t have much money but their kid wants to go to university. They asked if we could help them out by letting their kid move in here as it would be easy for them to travel and we have a lot of room.”

“You want someone to move in with us?”

“I owe Jack a lot. I would have failed my course if it wasn’t for his help and I’ve done very nicely for myself while they ended up with a child before he could get his career going and he never made it far. I’ve offered to help out with money in the past but he always refused. I promised him that if I could help in any way then I would and this is what he asked of me. I realise it’s asking a lot but I would like to say yes.”

Amy got up and went to sit on her husband's lap. She could see how much this meant to him as she so rarely heard him speak so openly. She lifted his head and gave him a warm and loving kiss. “If it means that much to you darling, then I will welcome them like they are my own.”

“I love you.”

“Too darn right you do. I’m great. Hehe, I love you too. I hope you are ready to have a teenager in the house. It might be a bit of a shock for you.”

“I don’t mind. I want to help my friend,” said Peter, earnestly.

“Ooh you are so cute, I want to eat you up. Want to watch me use my toy later?”

“I’d like that.”

“Hehe, me too.”